Chapter 343： Bloodthirsty Lord, a little sweet (46)

Chapter 343 Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, A Little Sweet (46)

The people of the Tianyuan Sect are coming fiercely, how can the people of the Lingyuan Sect sit and wait for death?

Sect Master Huo Zongyuan led a few elders to block the people from the mountain gate.

"Elder Xin, there is no one you are looking for in this school. Please check it out before you come."

Baguio Fairy pointed at him with a sword: "I just ask you, if there is an inner disciple named Su Lanqing in your sect."

"Su Lanqing?" Huo Zongyuan thought this name sounds familiar.

The elder beside him stepped forward and reminded softly:

"Sect Master, our sect does have a disciple named Su Lanqing, and he worships under Nie Feng’s sect, but the card of life has been shattered ten years ago."

‘So it’s her? ’

Huo Zongyuan remembered.

When the female disciple died, his son Nie Feng almost went mad and fell into the magical way.

So not long after, he brought back a young girl named Su Qiao from outside, and when he received the ‘named disciple’, he chose to close one eye.

Huo Zongyuan turned his head and glanced at Nie Feng behind him, a little disappointed in his heart.

is just a woman. He originally thought that after so many years, he had forgotten, but he did not expect...

Baguio fairy snorted coldly: "Huh, that's right."

"Ten years ago, this **** woman did not die. She was trapped in the secret realm of the Northern Territory. When the secret realm opened again this time, she killed my daughter and took her body."

Nie Feng's eyes flashed with a stray bird, and he took a step forward and said very hardly: "What evidence do you have?"

Seeing him, Baguio's eyes can burst out fire, and the eyes looking at him can't wait to deprive him alive: "This **** is on your Spirit Sword Peak now!"

"If you want evidence, don't you? Then show you the evidence."

Speaking, she opened the burning stone with her spiritual sense, and suddenly a picture of the Su family’s mother and daughter recognizing each other appeared in the sky.

"Hmph, do you think my old lady will kill you Lingyuanzong directly without evidence?"

"What else do you have to say?"

Seeing Nie Feng, Elder Xin was also full of anger.

"Sect Master Huo, we didn't mean to have trouble with your Lingyuanzong, but I and Baguio are just such a daughter, but now it is like this. Changing you, can you stop here?"

Baguio fairy holding a long sword, with a murderous look on his face: "No need to talk nonsense with them!"

"If you don't hand over that **** today, even if my old lady fights this life today, she will still break into the Spirit Yuanzong."

"I want to see how powerful his Lingyuanzong is! How domineering!"

After clarifying the ins and outs, Huo Zongyuan hurriedly calmed down: "Fairy Baguio, please stay calm and not irritable, I will definitely give you an account of this matter."

Speaking, he looked at his son Nie Feng sternly: "Hand over the people!"

"Sovereign..." Nie Feng's face was very ugly.

Knowing this, he would not bring Qingqing back to the sect.

Now there will be no dilemma.

However, no matter what, Qingqing absolutely cannot give it to them.

He finally lost and recovered, how can he lose again?

Huo Zongyuan was angry and anxious.

His son has a aptitude that has been rare in hundreds of years. He is also very savvy in his cultivation. He has always placed high hopes. The only drawback is that he is too emotional.

When the female disciple died ten years ago, he was greatly relieved.

I just didn’t expect that today, ten years later, the female disciple ran back in sorrow.

"Nie Feng, you are the most promising descendant of Zongmen in recent years."

"With your qualifications, it is possible to break through the Mahayana period and ascend to the upper realm, so why bother to judge your future for a'little apprentice'?"

Several elders also joined together, but Nie Feng was unmoved.

This makes many people puzzled.

"Yes, isn't it just a female disciple?"

The melodious and melodious sound, like spring water trickling down the slate, is not hurried, but also clear and pleasant.

(End of this chapter)